[ he narrows his eyes. ] What are you, a shrink?

[ but then he's letting out a wobbly sigh anyway in preparation for what's apparently become sharing time. he picks his hat up off the bar and puts it on his head, leaving the gun sitting there. ]

I used to be a cop, on Ceres. I thought that's all there was. Take a bribe, go to work, arrest some scumbags, drink a bottle of scotch and pass out on my couch. I thought that was living.

[ no wonder everyone thought he was suicidal. ]

That enough of a downer for you?